This is what I’ve been saying the whole time (in my cold, robot heart). These little fucks are just objects. No one gets mad when you throw away your old vhs tapes. Hell, if your vhs copy of “Air Bud 3” took a giant shit in your hand, your friends would call you insane if you kept it.
I usually don’t like pumpkin pie, but okay, let’s just throw this little fuck into the fire. Drop some flour on his bastard ass for a crust or what the bitch ever. Shit.
I missed you too, buddy. Don’t worry, it’ll probably be at least three days before i disappear again.
Ohhh, if only it were real
Agreed. Although this would cause the little shitfactory to squeeze another baby through its stomachgina, I think it’s worth it, because the godless, alien killing machine that busts out would fuck up the entire maternity ward.
Fuck it, I’d volunteer.
Shit. What the fuck happened? Basically I spent the last month or so fucking around uselessly. Let’s just say that being around family makes me want to drink enough that I forget about those Billo Riley loving bastards. There were babies involved, which led to vodka being involved. Don’t worry, babyhaters. Transmission resumes today. I have recharged my hate batteries, and I need to unleash some bile before it eats through my goddamned esophagus.